Wounded
Asleep on the bed
your new arms and legs
placed neatly on the chair by your side.
I see your eyes moving rapidly
testifying to the horrors
that are still alive in your head.
How can I tell you
that all that I need came back to me?
I had to find you.
Search the hospitals
and berate the secrecy
that masquerades as comradeship.
That thing that soldiers do.
Why did they hide you from me?
How can I tell you
that all that I need came back to me?
Or, is it that you were hiding?
Your wish not to be found?
Did you think I would not keep
the promises we made each other?
I have you now; you are found
and loved as ever you were.
How can I tell you
that all that I need came back to me?
I cannot imagine your pain
but it shows clearly on your face
I see the anguish; you had plans;
dreams of children yet to be.
What they took from you
does not make you less than a man.
How can I tell you
that all that I need came back to me?
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